Dump me out in the parking lot
Walking back to an empty house
Wearing holes at the bottom of my socks
I'm impressed with your constant cold
Since I got back into town
Tell your mom to return your call
Tasteful disinterest in all I've got left to say
I can only see you upside down
I see a f**ed opaque
You see a clean escape
I woke up blinded on the couch
And I hardly know just who you are anymore
I guess this is finally over
No bright side sinking in
No context in my head
For living north of my parents' house
You're the crease in a blank white sheet
You're a drought in the summer heat
You're a thread that's hanging from my sleeve
And if it weren't for us, I'd be somewhere else
With my hands on the floor
Looking for myself